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Investigative Reports Lyrics

Artist: Genius/GZA
Album: Liquid Swords

Intro/Outro: U-God

[here we go, come on][A, A battle was fought, in Brooklyn...][Hessian Soldiers killed 3,000 men; much of the fightingtook place in what is now Prospect Park in Greenwood cemetary,as well as the Park Slope and Gowanas neighborhoods.][This was the first battle, of America.]

Callin all cars, callin all cars! GhettoPsychos, armed and dangerous, leavin mad scars on thoseWho are found bound, gagged and shot when they blast the spotVictims took off like astronautsGet with this, even your best can'tcome on down, you're the next contestant!Get your pockets dug from all your Chemical Bank-insCaught him at the red light - on Putnam Avenue and FranklinThey used to heat up the cipher with a shot that was hyperthan your average JFK sniperHe just came home to spark itRolling like Kaufman, and lay that ass out like carpetStop the stuttering boy, save the planes for the five-ohThen praise the God - chk-a-chk POW!They be lick shots and premeditate to grab......and then they jet back to the labAnd then remain in ShaolinAn endangered islandShorties lose blood by the gallon

Chorus

[Have integrate a number of corrupt cops, judges......into high-level positions, to insure the continuedsuccess of the drug smuggling and money laundering operations]

Verse Three: Ghost Face Killer

Yo, I grab the pen for revenge and let loose, seeLike Muslims, standing on the block, rocking a khufiThe hundred-dollar kick rockin kid's back for morestartin gold wars, with black Reeboks and VeloursJungle royal life, livin villainPacked with visions, copywrittenThrowin bread to pigeons, Christ has risen, King ElegantSlang-Master jackets, expensive noodle hatsIn sixty-nine, old times was time that brothers shot crapsThe baggy blue Guess jeans, pull strings off of callin springsI'm locked in the thing, Rocky ring labelled rap kingThe corner emperor - the golden thieves play the benchesRednecks be hanging big niggaz down in MemphisBack in Now-Y, hit the bull's eye with loaded ninesLife is like Tarzan, swingin from a thin vineShatter dreams, then mirrors don't need a press spiralsAim at the white shadows with big barrelsof Moet-ahs, the bald headers, milk and Amarett-ahsWho fear none, question all personal vendettas, yoThey use guns, while we angrily shot arrowsYou better keep your eye on the sparrow!

Intro/Outro

[Have integrated a number of corrupt cops, judges and lawyersinto high-level positions -- to insure the continued successof the drug smuggling and money laundering opertaions.]